This song's about deforestation And incarceration Progress in the name of masturbation It's the lies that they told you as a kid So you could sleep at night Yeah, these bastards have homes And these fucks have faces Most have yachts and acres Own jets and public spaces Yeah, progress, as if survival even matters 1-2-3 Yeah, they'll blow up entire city blocks Put a Walmart there and say, "Shut up, go shop" Yeah, you got everything you could want But you still take more It's time we show up at their homes Tell them we won't take this anymore Yeah, they won't get away with it 'Cause we won't back down Yeah, the streets ain't enough We wanna burn their homes down Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa-oh-oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Turn their homes into collective housing Yeah, their fears into reality Yeah, they won't share what they've got So you take what you need Yeah, they won't share what they've got So you take what you need